"Deathrays, deathrays, and more deathrays." Dr. Possible groused as he and his wife strolled arm-in-arm through the lanes in-between booths, each stacked high with nefarious and malicious merchandise, at the year's Evilcon. "I don't think I've seen a single non-energy-based weapon this year."
"There were a few deliciously devious chemical agents near the Henchco booths," Dr. Anne Possible replied with a sigh, "but other than that, you're right. It would seem we are the only two who appreciate the science portion of mad science."
"More's the pity. Shall we give these miscreants a demonstration of their folly?"
"Oh," Mrs. Dr. Possible smiled, leaning her head against her husband's shoulder. "that sounds very tempting. Perhaps towards the end of the event? We wouldn't want to cross our Kimmie by interrupting her event now, would we?"
"Of course not." James Possible smiled back.
They continued walking for a time, but found absolutely nothing exciting in the main merchants' stalls. A deathray here, another there. One man had made shark repellant repellent, and another was attempting to pawn off souvenir pins that also functioned as grenades. It was all woefully unoriginal.
"Perhaps it's best we left the boys behind." Mr. Dr. Possible decided. "We'll never get them to embrace proper villainy if this," his arm swept around to indicate the surrounding boothsm "is the best temptation there is."
"Now, James," Dr. Anne Possible patted his arm gently, "you know the rule: no Evilcon until they commit their first misdemeanor."
"But Kimmie-cub committed her first grand larceny when she was half their age!" Her husband protested. It had, admittedly, always been a point of pride in the Possible family.
"Hence why we left them with your mother for the week. If anyone can shape them into respectable deviants, it's her." Anne Possible leaned closer, and placed a gentle kiss on her husband's cheek. She smiled to see that he had anticipated her acidic lipgloss, and had added a neutralizing agent to his bodywash. She fell a little bit in love with him all over again as he flashed her his most diabolical smile. "And we both know it's not fair to keep comparing the boys to Kimmie." She murmured. "We both know she's a prodigy."
"I'm aware," Mr. Dr. Possible sighed heavily, "but having one child turn out so well makes it hard to think sometimes that maybe we went just a little bit wrong with Jim and Tim. Did we just take it for granted that they'd take to villainy as quickly as Kimmie-cub did? Maybe we should've set a better example…"
"Now, James…"
"They're humble, for heaven's sake!" James Possible snapped, both verbally and emotionally, "and courteous and respectful, and they haven't disturbed class once, and they're popular. Popular! And they don't even have blackmail material on their principal." His voice dropped to an almost conspiratorial whisper, yet still maintained its urgency and frantic desperation. "They show all the markings of…" he forced the bile back down his throat, "honest citizens."
SMACK.
Dr. Anne Possible stood, trembling faintly, with her arm still outstretched (having just slapped her husband), and a fire burning fiercely behind her eyes.
"Don't...don't you say that." She growled, barely suppressing a shiver. "Don't dare even think that."
Dr. Anne Possible then took a deep breath, willing herself to calm.
"Come now, James. Kim will have won her event by now."
Wary of his beloved's infamous temper, Dr. James Possible quietly fell in behind her as she deftly navigated through the crowds towards their daughter's event.
Kim was not, in fact, at her event. She had finished faster than even her parents had anticipated. After questioning one of the event staff (of whom all members were exceedingly twitchy), they discovered that their daughter had entered one of the private, code-locked viewing booths. Since they did not possess their daughter's infamous infiltration inclination, they discovered the proper code for themselves by giving the poor staff member some quality time with Dr. Anne Possible's mind probe. They left him openly sobbing, murmuring wildly, cradling his legs, and soiling himself whilst rocking back and forth on the floor while they went to find Kim.
"Here we are," Mr. Dr. Possible exclaimed upon reaching the proper door. "let's see now: one, one, one, one, one...er," he paused for a moment before pushing the last button, "….one."
With a hiss, the door deftly slid open.
As their eyes immediately adjusted to the light or lack thereof (courtesy of Anne's experimental gene manipulation on the family), they were presented with a most peculiar sight. The notorious villain, Shego, stood before them, being kissed with a surprising intensity by their daughter. She did not look, to their eyes, to be protesting this situation in the slightest.
"Oh dear," Dr. Anne Possible grinned coyly, "I do hope we aren't interrupting anything."
A/N: And now, be tormented by the fact that I will not tell Kim's side of the events leading up to the now until next week. I will, of course, be laughing diabolically all weekend. Muah. Ha ha ha. Ha. Ha ha.
HA!
Mine is an evil laugh.